After I scraped the macaroni cheese off my laptop screen, thrown there as a result of my wild celebrations at Eriksen’s 90th minute winner, I naturally headed towards the Spurs blogs in pursuit of the inevitable post-match cross-examinations. I knew what I was going to find, I knew it would wind me up, but I did it anyway, I am of course a Lillywhites fan: a glutton for punishment.
My expectation was that few would be happy with the close margin of victory; fewer still at the performance, and that the general cloud of pessimism that has hung over White Lane since West-Brom-Gate would be still entrenched like a stubborn November cold front. I was, of course, not to be disappointed. Every porthole was full of complaints about how it was a sec...